Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I received two photos of my older two grandsons this morning. One was painting in front of an easel with his painting smock on, using a luscious green color on his paper. The other was observing a butterfly emerge from its crysallis and describing the bits of blue and red and a wash of yellow on its wings. Thus I was reminded by my wise grandchildren how much joy color brings to us, natural or people made. Yellow is the painter's favorite color, and I have to admit he's very persuasive. His room is newly painted yellow. My favorite flowers are daffodils, but I answer aqua when someone asks my top hue. But in times like these, the sheer cheerfulness of yellow is a triumph. I have a friend who years ago advised me to put a splash of yellow somewhere in every room, and I've pretty much done that. I even have a yellow guest bedroom, which does make me happy when I look in, and that is where my grandchildren sleep if they visit. I know that along with turning on music, seeing color around me, without any thought content, soothes. Our hearts are meant to soar at the sight. What a comfort!